Put A Ring On

Jody spent a restless night and didn't sleep well at all. His mind kept replaying the events of the previous night; making Mrs. Francis cum with his mouth and tongue, her making him shoot his cum on Perda's face, and, most exciting of all, finally getting to see his employer's large cock. Just thinking about it gave Jody morning wood so hard his dick ached. He got up and noticed the time. Time to go and see if Mr. Wyler wanted his morning coffee. Jody dressed and had to stuff his hard dick down his pants leg.

Mr. Wyler was already awake but still in his bed. Jody tapped lightly on the open door and was told to come in.

“Good morning, Sir,” he said in a soft voice.

“Jody. I'll have my coffee on the terrace this morning, Jody.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Did you enjoy yourself last night, Jody?”

“I did, Sir, thank you for asking.”

“What did you enjoy most? Eating Mrs. Francis' pussy? Shooting your cum on Perda's face? Hmmm?”

“To be honest, Sir, it was...”

“Tell me, Jody. I want to know.”

“The most exciting thing..what I enjoyed most...Sir?

“Well?”

“It was seeing your cock, Sir,” Jody felt a blush come over his face and he cast his eyes downward in embarrassment.

“Was it, indeed? I see.” Mr. Wyler tossed back his blanket and sheet. His cock was fully erect and he, too, had morning wood.

Jody's eyes were instantly riveted on it.

“You have a beautiful cock, Sir,” he said in a breathy whisper.

“And what would you like to do to it, Jody?”

“Anything you want, Sir,” Jody said surprising himself as he kept staring.

“Kiss my cock, Jody.”

Jody leaned close and closed his eyes, pursing his lips which he licked.

“Just one kiss, Jody. On the head.”

Jody's lips lightly kissed the tip. His body trembled. He wanted to do so much more but hjeld himself in check.

“You want it in your mouth, don't you, Jody?”

“Oh, God, yes, Sir.”

“Hold that thought, Jody,” Mr. Wyler said with a low chuckle. “Now go fix my coffee.”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir, Jody replied, lightly licking his lips. He was so excited thinking: “I kissed his cockhead. I kissed it!”

As he went about his regular houseboy chores, Jody kept getting random erections whenever his mind drifted back to the morning when his employer had told him and then made him kiss the head of his cock. It was just a light quick one-time kiss, but Jody imagined it was much much more. He would lick his lips as if he could still taste the swollen tight skin of Mr. Wyler's cockknob. It made his lips feel hot and his dick get hard in his pants. He tried with some difficulty to focus back on his tasks and eventually his dick would soften again.

About five o'clock Mr. Wyler called Jody to the living room. “We're going to a club event this evening, Jody,” he told him. “To celebrate the start of summer, the club is hosting a Smart Pet and Pool Party. It should be fun, but I don't think you have anything appropriate to wear, so we'll need to go shopping first.”

“Yes, Sir,” Jody said in a quiet curious voice. He didn't know what clothes would be right, but he knew Mr. Wyler would know just the right outfit.

They drove up to downtown Los Angeles. The store was painted all black with pink lettering. Glancing in the windows, Jody thought it must be a sex shop or boutique. Once inside, his suspicions were confirmed.

Mr. Wyler picked out a black very tight fishnet shirt. He also bought a pair of very small raggedy denim shorts. The third item made Jody's eyes widen in surprise. It looked like a wide black leather collar with a buckle and a shiny metal ring at the front. A black leather leash came with it. Mr. Wyler smiled at the salesclerk as he paid then grinned at Jody. “I think you'll look very nice in these, Jody. Don't you?”

“As you wish it, Sir,” Jody answered feeling his dick stiffen again.

As they got ready to go to the club party, Mr. Wyler told Jody to put the glans ring under the crown of his dick before tucking it into the worn denim short shorts he wore. When soft, the cloth barely covered Jody's dick and balls and Jody hoped it wouldn't show when they got out in public at the club.

When they arrived to park, Mr. Wyler finally took out the collar and leash and buckled it around Jody's neck. “This is just for show for the party, you understand, Jody. Don't read too much into it.”

“Yes, Sir,” Jody answered. It did excite Jody though and he tried to control himself as strange new emotions roiled inside him.

In the club, which was dimly lit but elegant, Jody noticed there were only about 30 people present. There was a small stage with a high ceiling and bistro-sized tables with two chairs at each one. Even in the shadowy light, Jody saw most people were paired up, usually a more mature man with an attractive younger one. Most of the younger ones wore collars with attached leashes just like Jody's.

“What will you order tonight?” asked a waiter when they were seated. The man was slim and attractive, wearing only a wet-look black Speedo and slippers. He spoke in a hushed breathy tone and smiled.

“A brandy Old Fashioned,” Mr. Wyler said. “And a Blue Lagoon for my...pet.”

“Right away, Sir.”

“Thank you.”

In a moment he was back with the drinks. “The show begins in just a few minutes,” he continued. “Enjoy!”

Jody sipped his cocktail and eyed the stage.

With a flourish of a small spotlight illuminating the stage, a well-toned man stood provocatively, dressed only in a black leather harness, One strap trailed down his flat stomach and ended in a metal cockring through which a sizable member protruded. He danced erotically to a jazzy ballad and then was joined by a much larger man wearing a hood over his face, leather wrist bands on his arms and another set at his ankles. They danced with each other but only touched at their chests and then their erect dicks which they rubbed against each other.

Jody couldn't help himself and felt his dick stiffening until it poked under the leg of his short shorts. As he shifted squirming on his chair, his balls popped out free as well. He blushed redly but remembered the table sort of shielded him from view in the shadows. Suddenly he felt Mr. Wyler's hand on his upper thigh. Mr. Wyler's fore- and middle-fingers and thumb began caressing his dick and balls and Jody squirmed more.

His eyes glued to the men on the stage, Jody leaned close and whispered. “Please, Sir. If you keep that up I am going to cum.”

Mr. Wyler shushed him and kept rubbing more strongly and quickly. His forefinger flicked the metal glans ring and Jody trembled in his chair.

“Please, Sir,” he whispered again, his dick throbbing in response.

The denim shorts barely covered Jody's dick now as he became fully erect. His face grew hot and red.

“Please, please, Sir,” he whispered desperately. “I am going to cum if you don't stop.”

Mr. Wyler shushed him again.

As he continued to watch the men on stage, Jody saw first one man then the other spurt a load of white cum between them as they continued to rub their dicks together. He gasped and felt the first spurt of his own cum shoot down the leg of his shorts and onto his bare thigh. He tried to reach down to wipe it off, but Mr. Wyler's sharp whisper stopped him.

“Leave it,” he said.

Jody's hand froze in place. “But, Sir...”

“Leave it, I told you.”

“Yes, Sir.” Jody felt the hot liquid on his leg and shuddered.

“”Finish your drink and we'll go.” Mr. Wyler said. “We've seen and done enough for tonight.”

As they stood up, Jody tried again to wipe the cum from his thigh.

Once again, Mr Wyler told him, “Leave it!” a little more loudly this time.

Jody felt like every eye in the club was staring at the gobs of cum dripping down his leg. A few men nodded to Mr. Wyler as they departed. Jody's senses reeled and he felt his legs were rubber as he stumbled and shuffled out the doorway. He felt a quick tug on his leash. “Nice,” Mr. Wyler said.